FaCade (Deception series Book 1)

by Ker Dukey

  “We… what? We... we watch?”

  He shrugged, biting into his own food. My heart plummeted. “It’s what you like, Star.”

  “What? No. No, I can honestly tell you it’s not what I like.”

  He sighed as though I was boring him. “Will you calm down? You’re starting to embarrass me.”

  I scoffed, amazement and disbelief making me stare. “I’m so sorry. To be quite honest, I am embarrassed! How can we do this? I don’t want to do this!” My chair screeched as I shot upright and glared at him. “You know what, I can’t do this.” I was fuming. How dare he put me in this situation? Embarrassment was an understatement.

  I felt every single pair of eyes on me as I turned away. They wanted to play; well they could play without me, that was for certain.

  MY TEETH VIBRATED WITH THE fury that swelled inside. How dare she humiliate me like that! All eyes in the room were now on me, Hunter’s smirk and Malik’s tipped eyebrow proof that they were laughing at me inside. “Engagement not running as smoothly as you’d have liked, Troy?” Hunter snorted.

  Throwing my napkin on the table, I turned my lips upwards into a cruel sneer. “Her feistiness is what makes me hard, Hunter. Excuse me while I tend to the problem.”

  They all stared at me. Yeah, fuck them all.

  The door bashed against the wall when I punched it open. My footing stuttered to a stop when I witnessed Hunter’s slut with her hand on Star’s arm, holding her in position while she spoke feverishly to her.

  “Please. Even on a napkin, hell, my boob, thigh anywhere will do...”

  Star stared at her in bewilderment. “I…”

  “You have no idea how fucking shocked I was to see you. I mean… you, of all people I never expected to be here …although Mr Troy …It makes sense. I’m new to… Hunter but he said his friend, the big guy with the scar, liked them young and needed a good night so he was going to bring me. I had no idea.”

  “I think you have the wrong….”

  “But there you were,” the stupid blonde bitch gushed. “Like I’d walked into wonderland.” Her eyes roved the room frantically. “Damn, I don’t think I have a pen! Fuck.” She turned back to Star. “Do you? I bet you carry sharpies in your cleavage don’t you, for moments like this.”

  Star’s face was comical, her eyes as wide as her gaping mouth but this was far from funny. “Sharpie?”

  The whore nodded. “Yeah, I bet you have a Cartier pen, what with you being all sophisticated and all that.”

  Jesus fucking hell!

  “What are you doing?” I barked. Both her and Star jumped, spinning in my direction. Star’s fury from earlier had disappeared, her face now showing her amazement at what was occurring.

  The bitch’s mouth dropped open again and she pointed one of her long talons at me. “He didn’t tell me you’d be here and that she would be too!”

  Christ. I glared at her until she cowered, her little feet moving backwards. She had a right to be scared. I was fucking furious.

  “How dare you come into my house and behave like a crazy ass freak on crack! How – fucking – dare – you!”

  Her eyes widened further, the color draining from her face. Hunter appeared through the door. “Get her out of here!”

  He rolled his eyes and turned to his date. “Fucking hell, you stupid bitch. I told you to leave it.”

  I didn’t wait for any more of his excuses. Grabbing hold of Star’s hand I pulled her across the room and through the house, ending our swift escape in my office.

  “What the hell was that all about?” She was still stunned, her eyes still wide and full of alarm.

  I walked over to her slowly, the flow of anger inside me making it dangerous for her, but she needed to be taught a lesson after her behavior in front of my friends. “A crazy fan.”

  “What? A fan? Of who?”

  “Of you, of course.”

  Her foot slid backwards slightly when she witnessed my struggle, my temper simmering on the surface. Unknotting my tie I slid it off and grabbed the high-backed chair from the corner of the room, positioning it in the middle of the floor facing the three screens that adorned the back wall.

  “Me?” she spluttered.

  “Mmm.” I nodded as I took her hand and led her over to the chair, my eyes fixed on hers, refusing her any denial in following my silent order. I maneuvered her until she sat, the excitement in my gut bubbling furiously at the lesson I was about to teach my feisty little woman. “You’re a renowned artist, Star. Your paintings are displayed worldwide. They decorate the most influential galleries.”

  “Really?” She looked up at me with wide, disbelieving eyes. I cupped her cheek, the softness to her chin calming the rage inside me slightly.

  “Why so shocked? You never trusted in your talent, Star; no matter how much I told you how amazing it was.”

  “Well.” She shrugged, not noticing the pull of her hands behind the chair as I ventured around the back of her. “It’s me, isn’t it? I’m just… me.”

  She flinched and frowned over her shoulder when she finally realized she was secured tightly to a wooden chair in the middle of my office. “Dante? What are you doing?” She struggled with her restraints, her eyes scared and her heart galloping beneath her breastbone.

  “I’m showing you how we like to play, Belle.”

  She stilled when I pressed a button and the screens blinked to life, each one displaying a different angle in the lounge where our guests were situated. I growled when I spotted Hunter and his slut. The asshole hadn’t heeded my order and left but I wasn’t about to go back in there now, I had things right in front of me to deal with first.

  “Oh my God,” she squeaked when her eyes landed on the performance playing out just for us. My heart rate quickened, my pulse charging blood into my cock, my eyes feasting on the orgy that was happening right in my house.

  I chuckled and settled myself on the sofa in front of Star, and to the left of the screens.

  She was transfixed on what was taking place. Disgust was written all over her face but she couldn’t quite gain the command to remove her gaze from it.

  “Quite something isn’t it?”

  Her eyes flicked my way, shock and amazement were evident but something else flickered in her expression. I knew it would find its way. I knew her better than she thought.

  Leaning forward and resting my elbows on my thighs, I licked my lips, causing her eyes to drop to watch. She squirmed slightly. I was astounded arousal had found her so quickly. “You see how both Malik and Hunter fill that girl? How cute her ass looks with Hunter’s cock buried deep inside. Would you like that, Star? My cock sliding in and out, in and out of your ass slowly and so fucking deeply?”

  She coughed, her eyes glancing back at the screens then back to me. Her breathing had deepened, her soft pink lips parted to accommodate her rapid pants. “And look. See how Garth glides his dick between Ben’s lips. Two men fucking, there’s something quite erotic about that.”

  Her throat bobbed as her ass slid against the seat of the chair. I smiled when the scent of her arousal filled my senses. “Would you like to watch me being fucked by a man, Star? Watch your fiancé get pummeled in the ass?” That wasn’t going to happen but my dirty little slut loved to hear me talk dirty to her.

  “Oh God, Dante. Stop.” Her breathy request had me lowering my zip and pulling out my dick, the scorch of heat on my rigid shaft almost burning my hand when I wrapped my fist around myself. Her eyes dropped to watch me masturbate, need firing in her eyes as her tongue stroked her bottom lip.

  “Eyes on the screen, baby.”

  She pulled at her bindings but the knot was tight, rejecting her attempts. Her legs parted slightly, the slit in her dress allowing for it. Stroking myself harder I turned my eyes back to the party.

  Star released a small moan when she also watched the recital. “Oh, shit.”

  “Oh, how fucking beautiful.” One of the screens exhibited a closer view than the rest, sh
owing Hunter’s whore’s tongue lap at the other girl’s pussy, the torture of her clit making cum seep from the end of my dick and dribble down my shaft. I started to stroke faster, needing release quickly.

  “Look at that, Star. The worship of a woman’s cunt by another woman. Can you imagine her tongue inside your hot little pussy, driving pleasure through you while my cock fills your perfect ass?”

  “Dante.” She moaned my name and opened her thighs further, showing me the swollen lips of her pink bald pussy while the string of her thong hid the most delicious part from me, it’s tease an exquisite torture. “Please.”

  “There is something so sexy about looking, but not touching. Right, baby? The imagination fed by what it sees, beckoning scintillating thoughts that heat the blood and awaken your body.” I pumped my cock harder. “I get why you want to be watched. Seeing sexual desire reflected in the eyes of the voyeur is a powerful thing.”

  I smiled, relishing in her hunger. She licked her lips again as she watched me jerk off, my fist tight, my strokes hard and fast. My balls tightened, my spine tingled, my thighs clenched. I shot upright and took the single step needed to reach her. She tilted her face up to me, her eyes both pleading and hoping.

  “Open your mouth. Take what I give you.”

  She didn’t argue. Her lips parted, a small groan releasing with the action. Sprays of cum shot over her face, a shower of cream surging from me to her as her tongue came out to catch each drop. Fuck, she looked stunning as she wore me, her eyes adoring what I gave her, her little pink tongue licking my seed off her lips, devouring me.

  Every single muscle in my body clenched, pulling my back into an arc as I squeezed every drop out, admiring it drip over her flushed pink skin.

  She stared up at me, waiting, anticipating. I ran my thumb over a bead of cum that sat on her cheek then pushed it into her mouth, she wrapped her tongue around it, eager for more. “Greed is a selfish thing, Belle.”

  She frowned at me, her gaze dropping to watch me tuck myself back in my pants. Her gawp on me was amusing when I reached behind her and tapped her wrists. “I’m leaving these so you don’t touch yourself.” I smirked before I walked to the door and opened it.

  “But…” she stuttered. I turned to her and quirked an eyebrow in question. “You can’t just… do that then leave me.”

  I chuckled at her. “Why? You don’t like to play, do you Star?”

  I left her with that statement. Next time she wouldn’t be so fucking quick to judge.

  HE REALLY LEFT ME THERE. I awaited his footsteps, for the door to open and him to tell me he was joking, but nothing. I sat and watched our dinner guest enjoy dessert from the toys they brought with them. My eyes scanned the screens and my breath stole. Dante walked into the room where everyone was fucking some part of everyone else. He was saying something to Hunter, his face pinched in aggravation. He then walked over to the crazy fan girl, gripping a fist full of her hair and dragging her from the room. My heart was being swallowed by the empty hole growing in my stomach. I didn’t care who I was before this but I couldn’t bear if he touched another woman and expected me to be okay with that. Fuck no!

  I grappled at the restraints but the bastard was an expert at tying knots. Tears began to build until movement caught my attention on the outdoor porch monitor. Dante stood over the girl who was naked on her knees in front of him. Pointing his finger in her face he appeared to berate her. Then he walked in and closed the door leaving her sitting on our porch naked.

  Two freaking hours I sat there. I had watched everyone, including Dante, come. Fan girl sat on the porch without moving until Hunter finished up and took her away with him. Everyone had left and I was frustrated, irritated and my arms ached. My eyes grew tired. I just wanted a hot soak to loosen the tight muscles in my shoulder, and then crawl in bed.

  The door swung open, making me sit up from the slouch I had found myself in. Malik entered the room, he looked startled to see me tied to a chair, and after seeing him naked and thrusting into every orifice on his plaything’s body I couldn’t look him in the eye.

  We were both still in the room which seemed to grow smaller by the minute. I noticed his head turn to the monitors in front of me. A weird groaning noise came from him but I still couldn’t bring myself to look up at him.

  “Star, I’m sorry you had to see me like that.”

  Okay, so not what I was expecting. I was hoping he would just grab what he came for, be a Gent and untie me then leave without either of us speaking. I swallowed down my discomfort and embarrassment and shrugged. “Not like I haven’t seen it all before, apparently.” My tone lacked the conviction I intended to portray. He winced and shuffled from one foot to the other. “Can you untie me?”

  He backed up like I had asked him to commit a murder. “Oh, I can’t do that.”

  I cut him off. “Malik, seriously?”

  He closed his eyes. I waited for a few silent seconds and then he exhaled, coming towards me. He freed me, rubbing my sore wrists as he shook his head. I didn’t need him judging me or Dante. Yeah, it was an asshole move but this was who we were and Malik of all people should have known that.

  Standing and pulling my dress into place, I offered him a small smile before leaving him standing there.

  For some reason I found myself creeping through the house and up the stairs. I felt like I had sneaked out of the naughty cupboard my mom used to lock me in when I was a kid.

  Air rushed into my lungs from my quick inhale as I slammed to a halt, my eyes widening at the internal revelation. I remembered just like that. Not images, only knowledge of a truth. Oh God, to think of my mom gave me an eerie feeling. We didn’t get on, she was horrible. I couldn’t place solid memories but I knew we had a turbulent relationship.

  I wanted to rush and tell Dante but I felt apprehensive. Would he be pissed that Malik had released me? Maybe I should claim that I’d managed to free myself.

  “Why are you standing on the stairs?”

  I squeaked a little at the sound of his voice. I couldn’t determine his mood. “I, I uhh…”

  Rolling his eyes he glued me to the spot with an icy glare. “Stop fucking stuttering! Answer me!”

  Okay, his mood was sour.

  How dare he act this shitty towards me? I was the one going numb in his office while he was doing God knows what! “I was on my way to bed and then I remembered something about my mom.”

  He came down the few steps separating us. “What was it?” Shaking off the daunting feeling I had when I thought of her, I shook my head and lifted a shoulder in a defeated shrug. No one wanted to admit their parent was hostile. His caress was gentle as he reached for my hand, the pad of his thumb stroking over my wrist. “Your mother was a selfish old bitch! Her death was a blessing.”

  Oh God, she was dead? I didn’t know how to respond or how to feel. I didn’t feel anything really, only a little emptier inside.

  I let him lead me to our bedroom. He stripped me from my dress and guided me to the bathroom. He freed himself from his clothes and pulled me into the shower, turning it on. I let him satisfy my body. I was strung too tight. I combusted into an intense orgasm as soon as his lips closed over the tight bundle of nerves just inside the folds of my pussy. He was an expert with his tongue; his hands knew every inch of my body from the years of exploring it. His cock fit me to perfection, grazing the front wall where my delicious g-spot awaited him. Every lap of his tongue, slide of his hand, stroke of his cock was precise and designed to bring me to my knees.

  I was left in a sated mess as he tucked me under the sheets after our shower. I wasn’t completely asleep when he left the room.

  KISSES BEGAN AT MY ANKLES, urging me from my slumber as they travelled up my calves and thighs, inhaling over my mound then up to my navel. “Mmm, I’m so in love with you, baby. I can’t wait for you to own my name.”

  His body became completely flush with mine, his eyes looking down into mine adoringly. Wow, the intensity of his love sho
ne so bright down on me. “I want to be inside you so bad but this tattoo needs to heal,” he whined. My eyes widened. “I can still taste you though.” He grinned nuzzling into my neck.

  He seemed so carefree. Where was the Dante from last night? “Mmm, what’s that smell?”

  His head lifted, a cinnamon aroma filling the air. “Room service. You ordered me pancakes. I can’t stand the food on set. I need to be there in an hour so ssh and let me enjoy my first breakfast before my pancakes.” He disappeared under the sheet covering our bodies.

  “What?”

  “I said Matilda made you breakfast.”

  My eyes shot open at the sound of Dante’s voice booming across the room. It was a dream? No - a memory. Sitting up way too fast I called out, halting Dante’s departure from the room. “Do you have any other tattoos?”

  His icy glare from last night was back as he turned to me and ate up the distance between us, coming to stand at the foot of the bed. “No, why?”

  It was so real but maybe it could have been a dream. Lying back down, I shook my head. “Just a dream.” He stood in silence, looking down on me. “Can we go somewhere?” I asked into the room without looking at him. “I know we’re on an island but Hunter and the others came here so we must be close to land right?”

  I felt his anger, like a shadow coating the bed, seeping closer to snare me in its darkness. “I have work!”

  “Can I go then?” I shouldn’t have had to ask permission but I had no clue where to begin getting off the island.

  “I don’t want you out without me. You have no memories.”

  I needed space, the thought of being trapped there was making me claustrophobic, like an itch under my skin making me jittery and frustrated.

  “What about work? Don’t they miss me?”

  “You have a studio at the back of the house.”